This is the first I knew of R.S. Thomas's death.
I know he was old, but still, it's sad to lose such a poet.
He was one of those who got better as he got older, and the later poems
(No Truce with the Furies, etc) indeed marked a language stretched almost
to fracture. Harsh and stern indeed, but there was a surprising
playfulness as well, an anarchy breaking through the anger which was
sometims plain joyous. My books also gone walkies, otherwise I'd post a
favourite. I liked his work a lot.
Best
Alison
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